The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 22, 2017 21:49:40 GMT -6
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Bailey wondered for a second if he'd done something as he watched a flicker of uncertainty cross Emily's fa-
He was being hugged. One second he was seated next to her, and then next he was letting out an 'oof' noise as all the air he had in his lungs was forced out of his body. The force of the hug-tackle caused him to slide off of the plastic-lined cushions, so that he was crouched on the mall floor, still being hugged by Emily. All that separated his Levi's-encased bottom from the filthy floor were a pair of worn-out converse that he was balancing precariously on.
"Oh cool! So you, like, feel what other people are feeling? What am I feelin- oh wait, never mind. You don't know. Duh," he hit himself with the heel of his palm and blushed a little, feeling utterly stupid. He was rather glad that she actually couldn't feel what he was feeling, though. That probably would have made things pretty weird.
"Ow!" Bailey yelped as he was punched in the arm. It hadn't actually hurt, but the minimal force from the blow made him lose whatever sort of balance he was maintaining before, causing him to topple onto the mall floor. Yep, that was gum that his hand landed in. "I dunno! I just thought that... you know... I don't want to say it out loud!" He whispered the last part of his sentence and tried to focus on peeling the old gum off of his hand. That was not where he had seen that conversation going. "How was I supposed to know you were a mutant, anyway?"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 22, 2017 21:01:53 GMT -6
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It had been a pretty average day overall.
Scoop ice cream, smile at the customers, give them the correct amount of change. It was the same thing he did five nights a week after school. Sure, there was one guy who tried to pay him in Euros rather than American dollars, but really, nothing had been out of the ordinary.
That was, until a guy shot out of the scooping counter. Literally shot right out. Correction: it had been a pretty average day overall.
Bailey had been reaching over the counter to get the last bit of the Chocolate Brownie Swirl for the little girl on the other side of the glass when it happened. His arm was forced upward, where it hit the top of the display case, causing him to drop his ice cream scooper straight into the Orange Sherbet. The scoop on the end of the metal utensil fell off the end and began to mix with the other flavour. The little girl began to cry.
Bailey was then forced backward by the guy falling off of the counter. The rest of the patrons were clearly horrified, which Bailey could understand. It was a little terrifying to have someone appear out of thin air and then land on your converse.
"Ow... There really should be a sign or somethin' about adapteds working..." "Uh... Sorry?" Bailey frowned slightly and addressed both the interloper and the rest of the customers - most of whom were quickly clearing out.
Unperturbed by the fact that the store was losing valuable business (in the middle of February, when it was usually dead), Bailey focused all of his attention on the guy that was lying at his feet. The only other person that had called him an adapted outright had been that X-dude, the Masochist. Since then, he'd had to explain to almost every mutant he met why their powers suddenly wouldn't work. Now, though, he was greeted with someone who knew exactly what he was without any prompting. Clearly, the dude had connections.
He glanced around at the newly emptied store and then back at the guy, offering him a hand up. "Are you alright? That looked like it hurt. I'm Bailey, by the by."
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 22, 2017 20:40:22 GMT -6
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A little goofy. Hey, well that was better than an idiot, Bailey reasoned. He grinned at her sheepishly, his face flushed, and muttered a "thanks." Goofy he could live with. People didn't really hate goofy people. They only sorta did, and even then, it was only part of the population, really. He could probably get a job with goofy. Idiot, not so much.
"Wow," he breathed, listening intently to her description of what she did each night. "That actually sounds super cool. I didn't really know that that many things were open late at night. What's the best thing that you've found so far? Oh, and where do you go to see the stars? I can never see them in the city."
“All I know is the Sun burns me, and I was born this way.”
"Huh. Alright, but aren't you ever, like, curious, or something? I dunno, I guess I would be curious if I were you. I know that when I was trying to figure out the weird things that I can do, all I did for like three days straight was research stuff on the internet. Not the best way to do it, I know, but it worked out alright," he shrugged.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 21, 2017 14:28:16 GMT -6
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Did it bother him that she was a mutant?
"Not really," Bailey shrugged. He'd met plenty of mutants - some pretty cool, some a little less so. Either way, he figured, they were just people when it came down to it. People that could do things that others couldn't. Why should they be treated any differently than anyone else?
Anyway, he'd thought that he was a mutant for years of his own life, and he'd been fine with it. The fact that he'd be wrong about his own genetic structure didn't change his stance on the species as a whole.
He gave her a good look up and down. There didn't seem to be anything physical about her mutation at first glance, but he really had no idea what was... OKAY. He was not going to let his mind go there. Especially when she was sitting right in front of him. There he was, blushing again about a subject that he should not have been dwelling on in the middle of the mall.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and rubbed the back of his neck as he continued. "No, it doesn't bother me. You're just a person, right? A person who can do something cool. Something cool which you still haven't told me about, by the way."
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 20, 2017 21:19:35 GMT -6
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"Oh well that makes a ton of sense," Bailey said, throwing his hands up in the air and leaning back slightly on the mall bench. His feet lifted slightly off of the ground as he did so, and he brought them back down with a thump.
He sat there nodding for a minute in silence, reflecting on the fact that their problems that day had been caused because of Emily's mutation, whatever that was. A few minutes in, he realized that Emily would likely have no idea why he was nodding, or what he was eluding to.
"Oh! Sorry, I should explain. See, I'm what's called an adapted. Or, at least, that's what some X-dude and the internet told me. I take away peoples' powers whenever I'm in a certain range. So, do whatever you want with your mutant powers, but it's not gonna work on me, ya know?" He grinned to punctuate the end of his last sentence.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 20, 2017 20:39:47 GMT -6
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2017
Tast Test: (Victoria) Late night ice cream! > It Doesn't Burn! Horrifying Cuddles: (Emily) Horror movies, mutants, and adapteds. Oh my! Complete. Ice Cream Stop: (Mirror) Adapted + mirror walking = not a good combination. Complete. > Adapt to This!: (Gemma) Ongoing. Turning Tables: (Abby/Astrid) Never indirectly insult a store when there are teenage mutant girls standing in front of it. Complete? Sorta? We've Got to BAND Together: (Group/Invite) The birth of The Gutter Gods.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 19, 2017 22:19:23 GMT -6
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"Oh man, that must suck. Sorry, that was rude again. I'm bad about saying things like that," he hit his head with the heel of his palm for show and made a 'doy' noise. He was such a doofus sometimes.
"Anyway though, what kinds of things do you do when you wander around at night? Other than steal ice cream with strange boys, I mean," he winked and finished off the last little piece of his ice cream cone, before rethinking what he'd just said. "Sorry, I'm, like, a total idiot. That wasn't supposed to be a jab at you. It was my idea to steal the ice cream, after all."
The teen blushed red and looked down at his hands. Gosh, he was such an idiot. Not a doofus anymore. He'd graduated to full-fledged idiot.
"Just certain soaps, or something. I dunno. Stuff that smells really strong. Gives me a headache. Nothing like what you have, though. Doesn't even compare," he shrugged.
He racked his brain for some of the information he was supposed to be learning in biology for the cause of her allergy. He came up with a few possible ideas, but he wasn't sure which one it could be. "So what causes your allergy? A lack of enzyme in your skin or something? Or do you not know?"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 19, 2017 21:34:36 GMT -6
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Bailey blinked at Emily. He really hadn't expected her to react like that, especially when he was being about as nice and understanding as he knew how to be. What could he say next?
Apparently, he was having some sort of effect on her. What could that be? That only happened every once and a while, and that was only when people were...
Oh.
Mutants.
Bailey shifted forward awkwardly and picked at his nails while trying to find words for what he was going to say. There weren't many times when Bailey was without words, but Emily seemed to be making him act strangely. "Are... are you a mutant?" Bailey asked after a minute. He didn't really know how to sugar coat it, so he simply didn't.
"Hey Car, stop wrapping aroun-" Bailey began to continue the conversation with a joke, but then stopped himself suddenly, self-editing. There was a time and place for jokes like that, and that was not one of them. "Nope. Sorry. Anyway, yeah those are terrible names." He coughed and looked away awkwardly, rubbing his neck again in discomfort.
He glanced down at his ice cream cone and started to think. What didn't he put maple syrup on? Poutine? No. Pizza? No. Oh! "Broccoli. I've never put it on broccoli. But... maybe I should..." He cocked his head as he tried to consider the two flavours together. It wouldn't be good, that was for sure, but perhaps it wouldn't be that bad.
"Yuck," Bailey grimaced and shuddered at her explanation of her allergy. It did not sound like fun, in any sense of the word. He wondered what life had been like for her, not being able to go outside and all. Her childhood must have been really lonely. That, however, was thankfully something that he didn't blurt out. That would have been very bad. "So have you always been like that? How did you find out about your allergy?"
The teen chuckled and nodded in agreement with her statement about kids being named after numbers. "I mean, there are even worse ones than that! Like, look at all the stuff that celebrities are naming their kids now! Blanket, Apple, Zuma... Oh, and don't even get me started on Jamie Oliver. Dude named his kids Buddy Bear and Daisey Boo." He shook his head and chuckled a little more. He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to grow up as those kids, even if they were stinkin' rich.
Bailey tipped his ice cream cone toward Victoria and grinned at her. "Oh, all the rumours are true. This is maple ice cream, and I put syrup on whatever I can get my hands on. Has to be the real stuff, though. Otherwise it's no good."
He nodded slowly thought about the allergy that she had just told him. It made sense, considering she was out in the middle of the night staring at ice cream shops. It also explained why she seemed a little naïve, if it meant that she didn't get out all that much. It was a little crazy, but well within his threshold for stuff like that. He could, after all, stop a mutant blast six feet in front of himself without lifting a pinky.
"Wow. I think I saw a documentary on that once. Do you get like skin rashes and stuff? Have to stay inside at all times? That must suck. How do you go to school? Do you have to wear a lot of clothes? Sorry, that's a lot of questions. You don't have to answer them if you don't want to." He bowed his head awkwardly. He was always running his mouth like that.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 12, 2017 21:44:26 GMT -6
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Something definitely wasn’t right. Bailey hadn’t really noticed it while he was rambling about flavoured water, but all the colour had gone from Emily’s face again, and she looked as though she might pass out.
He watched as she took out some pain medication and popped it in her mouth with the water. Slowly, the colour began to flood back, but she still did not look okay.
He was, like, 99.9% certain that she was suffering from period cramps. That terrified him. What did he do with that? He didn't know. All he could think of was making sure she got to lie down or something.
“I don’t think you’re alright,” he said worriedly and crouched in front of her. His brow creased as he looked at her and continued, “want me to take you home? I don’t have a car, but I can call a cab or something?”
“Oh wow, that’s far. I guess that makes sense with the whole accent thing and all. It’s not exactly American, is it?” He wanted to hit himself over the head. Of course she was from some far off place. He just hadn’t put two and two together to assumed that. “I suppose they don’t have a lot of Baileys over there. It’s a newfangled name and all. Not quite as bad as Hashtag or something. I’ve heard people are naming their kids stuff like that now.”
He shrugged and took a big chunk off of his ice cream. He was getting to be an expert at eating it without getting brain freeze.
“I’m from Canada. Southern Ontario, eh.” He added the ‘eh’ on the end as a jab at the typical Canadian stereotype, not entirely sure whether or not she would catch on.
He closed up the ice cream containers and sealed it shut as he always did when he closed the store. They wouldn’t need anymore, and he definitely didn’t want to leave it open for the night. That would be tricky to explain to his boss the next day.
“Can I ask what your allergy is? Dust or something? That makes it hard to go outside, I know. Especially to parks where there’s dirt and stuff.”
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 12, 2017 20:31:28 GMT -6
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“Sorry,” Bailey muttered sheepishly and looked down at his hands. His face felt like it was on fire, he was blushing so hard. How on earth would he know what he could and couldn’t say to a girl? It wasn’t like he’d had much experience with them or anything. There was Moose, of course, but that’d only been, like, one day, and he hadn’t heard from her since then. He’d never even had a proper girlfriend before. “I’ll go get one for you,” he piped up suddenly. He stood straight up from the bench and practically sprinted to the kiosk just a few metres ahead. Getting a water bottle was something that he knew how to do.
He paid quickly and eagerly for the thing and then sped back to where Emily was sitting and handed it to her. “Here you go. I didn’t get it flavoured or anything, sorry. I know that there're a whole bunch of kinds and that some people like those better, and they even had the different kinds at the kiosk, but I just grabbed this one quickly. Hope that’s okay.”
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 10, 2017 7:45:07 GMT -6
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I think Juliette would be fine going on record saying things like that.
Bailey's not exactly big on social justice, but he'd probably want to go on record as saying "hey we exist! Look at all the cool stuff we can do!" (aka the one thing he can do). He's never been tested, but that would probably be an interesting thing to show as part of the documentary.
